I arose before dawn and went for a walk, first up past the cemetery, and then back down past our place, on down the gravel road to the Kegley place. I was trying to get some photos of our house from the road, but the light wasn't very good just yet.
There were some wild morning glories blooming along the fence by Mr. Davidson's big hay barn. While I was taking photos, a hummingbird bulleted past me. For some reason, I stood and watched him as he cut through the air, down the valley, and out of sight.
When I got back to the house, I built a fire in the pit, brewed a cup of coffee, and took my Bible and Old Farmer's Almanac outside. After reading in Job and meditating on it, I skimmed some seasonal information in the Almanac. Seems that this is the start of hummingbird migration season; the little jeweled miracles will be making their collective way south, starting now. Perhaps that's why I was moved to stand and watch that little one out of sight during my walk.
Speaking of Bibles, Purrl would like to go on the record as being a fan of the King James (Authorised) Version. This would doubtless be due to her superfluity of naughtiness.
Last week, it was Jason and Karen and the twins' turn to wait as a sea storm hovered over them. And now it's Joshi-O and Moo-Moo's turn to endure Gustav. Just remember, kids...no matter what the authorities try to tell you, do not let them evacuate y'all to the Astrodome. Or any other dome, for that matter.
Last night, the church hosted a supper for all Sunday School teachers and their spouses. We had some good food and a very nice time. We love those folks.
MeeMaw is making a Texas Sheet Cake right now. PeePaw is going to claim dibs on the batter in the bowl.
